Cherrypicked stories

Diner Outside the diner at 385 Sixth Avenue, humanity ebbed and flowed. It would often take a brief pause to eat then continue on in its mysterious...

I agreed to go with Pastor Colin on a mission. He expected me to know what it was without telling me. His silver Ford Escort was more reliable. He...

Vanessa put down the phone and stood behind Spencer, staring at the top of his head, light brown skin showing through the gaps in his thick dark hair...

I accept that for some the poppy is unacceptable. (That statement would bear thinking about for a moment or two). I shall not engage with any rants in the comments. Thank you. BTW this is the only poem I entered for a comp this year. (Of course it didn't).

With political content and hoity-toity language.

Words fired like quills and hair pulled sore at the root. Shins blackened in brute blows. Flesh hung out to dry in frigid shows of shame. Unchosen on...

I vowed to God I’d work hard and turn myself around and no longer look at the stuck-together catalogue pages even if they were just sitting there...

Max and Stinky sat in the dinghy and cracked open two beers. “Tuna sandwich?” said Stinky. “Sure. It may be the only kinda fish we’ll see all day.”...

For Louise Glück Blagdon Lake in Winter Silver skies. Ephemeral light glints on Blagdon Lake. The geese are gone now. I hear echoes of wind chimes...